The reader of Books
Disclaimer: I own only Ethany Silvress, Silverbloods, and the storyline A/N: This is my very first so don't judge me!!! Please review to show me just how much it sux! Thank- you (if you review)(hehehe that rhymes : P ~~~~~Capter One - Sleepless~~~~~ "Why can't I sleep!" raged Draco, fuming in the cold night air. Despite his words, he knew very well what kept him from his peaceful slumber as sat out on his head boy balcony, wearing only his dressing gown and slippers. Draco was in his seventh year, but had scarcly changed from his first. He still strutted through corridors, smirk still in place, and, of course, still despised "the dream team" harry, ron and hermione. It was true his appearance had changed slightly, for he was now 5"9, gaining on six, but his silver- blonde slicked back hair was the very same, as were his his silver grey eyes and handsome face. Though his reputation had principally changed, for instead of nearly every girl in school worshipping him, they all did. But despite the willingness (A/N is that a word?) of every girl in school to court him he dated few, and liked less. HFor this year he had been chosen head boy, a fact he would have been proud of, if he knew his father hadn't fixed it that way. The head girl was, of course, Hermione granger, the school brain. And, to his irritation, she had also been given the room next to his in the head boy and girl dorms. If only someone else had been given that title! he cried out silently in the moonlight. For umlike any other girl at school, she seemed immune to his god-like looks. Possibly it was because she had a boyfriend, seamus, but that had never stopped him before. He had known he was in love with Hermione since last year, when she punched him in the head. For most guys, this would turn them off a girl, but Draco was not like "most guys". It had felt good to him, having a girl not adoring him for once, like so many others did. " But if I'm in love with Hermione," he whispered to himself in the moonlight, " then why am I thinking about Ethany Silvress?". Ethany, was the reason he could not sleep. Could I possibly feel affection for that book-loving muggle? Ethany had joined Hogwarts in Dracos fifth year, and she had done little but read since. Even Hermione, who was well known for her obbsession with books, didn't come close to the amount of reading of Ethany Silvress.According to Dumbledore, she had been schooled at a small academy for witches in Scotland, but Draco doubted the liklyhood of the story. Of course, when she first joined, everyone was excited, probably guessing that she had something out of the ordinary with her, for it was seldom someone transferred to Hogwarts from another school, but eventually they found she had no personality, and left her alone. As he stared out at the nearly full moon he tried to picture her face, but soon found he couldn't, for he seldom actually saw her face, for even in class, her nose was always buried in a book. All he knew was she had brown hair, and a snappish way of responding if anyone interupted her reading. After a while, he realised the sun was rising, and decided to go down to the great hall for breakfast. When he arrived he instantly saw she was the only one there. He glanced at her, sitting at the ravenclaw table, chestnut hair forming a curtain around her face, book in hand. Suddenly, an owl flew down from the stormy enchanted ceiling, and landed on the rim of Ethanys goblet. As she extended her hand to take a drink, it pecked her wrist, making her face look up. This is it! he thought to himself, as her head went up, making her curtain of hair fall down on her small, pale shoulders. I'm finally going to see her face! But he was unfortunatly dissappointed, for only her eyes came up over the rim of her book. Bright green eyes, so clear they made potters look dull. The owls letter dropped on her book, and as she opened it, her face paled, her eyes widened, and she abruptly stood and left the table.At this Draco was shocked, for it was the most emotion he had ever seen cross her face. She usually had a bland, peaceful look on her features, she never seemed to smile or frown, grimace or cry. He wondered what the letter said, for it must have been something horrifying to disturb the clear cool calm of her face. She rushed out the door through the corridor, and out onto the balcony, collapsing in a heap on the cold marble floor. Though she went swiftly Draco followed her, and saw her, a heap of black robes, shaking with sobs of dispair. He watched fascinated, not noticing the sounds of people going through the corridor behind him, not noticing the time that was passing, as he gazed at the desolate bundle of black material, barely discernible as a person, rocking with sobs, hands clawing through hair, lying in front of him. After what seemed like an eternity, she stood up, sobs still wracking her frail frame, turned, and raised her head to the sky. A moment later, rain started to sprinkle down, leaving drops on thier robes, still she didn't move, not a muscle. Even when it started to pour, wind howling, thunder clashing, lighting sparking through the sky, she did not move. Before long, the rain started to let off, the thunder queitened, and presently the sun came out. As the clouds moved, and the sun turned the air golden with light, she whispered "why?" and turned. As she did so, Draco gasped, for he finally saw her face. It was immensly beautiful, with chestnut hair spiralling around her face, and green eyes sparkling. But that was not what made him gasp. In the clutches of her face he saw despair. It was impossible to explain the agony he could see in her face, the utter anguish in her eyes, the quivering sorrow in her perfect lips. For him it was confusing, perplexing, to see such emotion on a face, while he always made sure of the composure of his face, even when alone. But all thoughts of that left his mind when he saw the look of seething fury that entered her face when she saw him. " What are you doing here!" she shrieked, causing the birds that had come up on the railing behind her to fly up into the bright sunlight. She was soaked from the rain, as was he he noticed fleetingly. " How long have you been here?!" she demanded voice shaking. He looked away from her razor sharp stare, and mumbled, "a while"." But... I mean... What were you doing, following me!" she shouted. "I saw you run, crying, out of the great hall. What did you expect me to do sit there twiddling my thumbs like I didn't see it?" he drawled, feeling his familiar sneer come into place. Oh why cant I just be nice to her? Why do I have to always act like this? His mind wondered absently, while his malevolent mouth said " This is the first time I've actuallu seen your face you know that? You're always," he said with a sneer,"reading" drawling it out like it was some foul entity. Stop this! his mind orderered. This is your only chance with her! Don't mess it up! Show your real feelings! But old habits die hard, and no matter how he tried, from so long shielding his emotions, he could not even show her some sympathy. All he could do, was lower his sneer slightly. She was still trying to look mad at him, but suddenly, without warning, her face crumpled into a sob, and she fell to the ground once more. Finally he got his face to work, and let the sympathy he felt show on it. As he held out a hand to help her up, he asked " What made you so upset anyway? What did the letter say?". " Like I would tell you" She said with a glare, and heaved her small frame up, ignoring his hand. " You would go of and tell your'dear old daddy' and get me killed" she said , letting the last words linger. "I wouldn't you know" he said quietly, looking at his shoes. " Right", she said, with a Contemptuous snort. "I wouldn't". " I believe you already said that", she said as she headed towards the door. " I said it again because you won't believe me" he said, and she turned around to face him and said, "duh! of course I wouldn't believe you! You're the son of lucious malfoy! Within a year you'll be a deatheater!" she said. " You think that's my choice! He shouted at her, anable to contain his resentment. " You think I want a dirty black skull on my arm!" he shouted, pulling up his robes to show his fore-arm. " I don't have a choice" he sighed, " my father decides for me". A weary silence was cas upon them at those words, and Draco went to sit on the stone bench, looking over the lake. " Just because I don't like muggles, doesn't mean I want to run around in a mask murdering them! I am *not* my father" he ended with a weary sigh. Ethany came to sit beside him and said " It's like my problem. I don't have a choice either". Then they sat for a while staring down at the marble floor."what is your problem?" Draco asked sneaking a tentative look over at her. He could see silent tears creeping down her cheeks. " Well you see, I knew before the letter came. Because, well, I fell out of bed this morning, and cut me knee. Guess what colour the blood was?" she said staring into his eyes. He looked away. "it can't be" he whispered. "Oh it is" she replied, pulling up her robes to show a long gash. Filled with silver. "You're a silver-blood!" Draco shouted, jumping up off the seat. Silver-bloods were extremely powerful witches. They could do magic without wands, levitate, and many other things unknown to wizards. " I got my letter this morning" she cried bitterly. But that is not the worst part. Not by far" she said sobbing. "what is it?" Draco said, gingerly getting back on the chair beside her."The letter says my mother was one too!" she cried, bitterly weeping. Draco's eyes widened with shock. "But that must mean..." she nodded sadly. "I'm the second coming"
There will be more later! Review please!!!!
Disclaimer: I own only Ethany Silvress, Silverbloods, and the storyline A/N: This is my very first so don't judge me!!! Please review to show me just how much it sux! Thank- you (if you review)(hehehe that rhymes : P ~~~~~Capter One - Sleepless~~~~~ "Why can't I sleep!" raged Draco, fuming in the cold night air. Despite his words, he knew very well what kept him from his peaceful slumber as sat out on his head boy balcony, wearing only his dressing gown and slippers. Draco was in his seventh year, but had scarcly changed from his first. He still strutted through corridors, smirk still in place, and, of course, still despised "the dream team" harry, ron and hermione. It was true his appearance had changed slightly, for he was now 5"9, gaining on six, but his silver- blonde slicked back hair was the very same, as were his his silver grey eyes and handsome face. Though his reputation had principally changed, for instead of nearly every girl in school worshipping him, they all did. But despite the willingness (A/N is that a word?) of every girl in school to court him he dated few, and liked less. HFor this year he had been chosen head boy, a fact he would have been proud of, if he knew his father hadn't fixed it that way. The head girl was, of course, Hermione granger, the school brain. And, to his irritation, she had also been given the room next to his in the head boy and girl dorms. If only someone else had been given that title! he cried out silently in the moonlight. For umlike any other girl at school, she seemed immune to his god-like looks. Possibly it was because she had a boyfriend, seamus, but that had never stopped him before. He had known he was in love with Hermione since last year, when she punched him in the head. For most guys, this would turn them off a girl, but Draco was not like "most guys". It had felt good to him, having a girl not adoring him for once, like so many others did. " But if I'm in love with Hermione," he whispered to himself in the moonlight, " then why am I thinking about Ethany Silvress?". Ethany, was the reason he could not sleep. Could I possibly feel affection for that book-loving muggle? Ethany had joined Hogwarts in Dracos fifth year, and she had done little but read since. Even Hermione, who was well known for her obbsession with books, didn't come close to the amount of reading of Ethany Silvress.According to Dumbledore, she had been schooled at a small academy for witches in Scotland, but Draco doubted the liklyhood of the story. Of course, when she first joined, everyone was excited, probably guessing that she had something out of the ordinary with her, for it was seldom someone transferred to Hogwarts from another school, but eventually they found she had no personality, and left her alone. As he stared out at the nearly full moon he tried to picture her face, but soon found he couldn't, for he seldom actually saw her face, for even in class, her nose was always buried in a book. All he knew was she had brown hair, and a snappish way of responding if anyone interupted her reading. After a while, he realised the sun was rising, and decided to go down to the great hall for breakfast. When he arrived he instantly saw she was the only one there. He glanced at her, sitting at the ravenclaw table, chestnut hair forming a curtain around her face, book in hand. Suddenly, an owl flew down from the stormy enchanted ceiling, and landed on the rim of Ethanys goblet. As she extended her hand to take a drink, it pecked her wrist, making her face look up. This is it! he thought to himself, as her head went up, making her curtain of hair fall down on her small, pale shoulders. I'm finally going to see her face! But he was unfortunatly dissappointed, for only her eyes came up over the rim of her book. Bright green eyes, so clear they made potters look dull. The owls letter dropped on her book, and as she opened it, her face paled, her eyes widened, and she abruptly stood and left the table.At this Draco was shocked, for it was the most emotion he had ever seen cross her face. She usually had a bland, peaceful look on her features, she never seemed to smile or frown, grimace or cry. He wondered what the letter said, for it must have been something horrifying to disturb the clear cool calm of her face. She rushed out the door through the corridor, and out onto the balcony, collapsing in a heap on the cold marble floor. Though she went swiftly Draco followed her, and saw her, a heap of black robes, shaking with sobs of dispair. He watched fascinated, not noticing the sounds of people going through the corridor behind him, not noticing the time that was passing, as he gazed at the desolate bundle of black material, barely discernible as a person, rocking with sobs, hands clawing through hair, lying in front of him. After what seemed like an eternity, she stood up, sobs still wracking her frail frame, turned, and raised her head to the sky. A moment later, rain started to sprinkle down, leaving drops on thier robes, still she didn't move, not a muscle. Even when it started to pour, wind howling, thunder clashing, lighting sparking through the sky, she did not move. Before long, the rain started to let off, the thunder queitened, and presently the sun came out. As the clouds moved, and the sun turned the air golden with light, she whispered "why?" and turned. As she did so, Draco gasped, for he finally saw her face. It was immensly beautiful, with chestnut hair spiralling around her face, and green eyes sparkling. But that was not what made him gasp. In the clutches of her face he saw despair. It was impossible to explain the agony he could see in her face, the utter anguish in her eyes, the quivering sorrow in her perfect lips. For him it was confusing, perplexing, to see such emotion on a face, while he always made sure of the composure of his face, even when alone. But all thoughts of that left his mind when he saw the look of seething fury that entered her face when she saw him. " What are you doing here!" she shrieked, causing the birds that had come up on the railing behind her to fly up into the bright sunlight. She was soaked from the rain, as was he he noticed fleetingly. " How long have you been here?!" she demanded voice shaking. He looked away from her razor sharp stare, and mumbled, "a while"." But... I mean... What were you doing, following me!" she shouted. "I saw you run, crying, out of the great hall. What did you expect me to do sit there twiddling my thumbs like I didn't see it?" he drawled, feeling his familiar sneer come into place. Oh why cant I just be nice to her? Why do I have to always act like this? His mind wondered absently, while his malevolent mouth said " This is the first time I've actuallu seen your face you know that? You're always," he said with a sneer,"reading" drawling it out like it was some foul entity. Stop this! his mind orderered. This is your only chance with her! Don't mess it up! Show your real feelings! But old habits die hard, and no matter how he tried, from so long shielding his emotions, he could not even show her some sympathy. All he could do, was lower his sneer slightly. She was still trying to look mad at him, but suddenly, without warning, her face crumpled into a sob, and she fell to the ground once more. Finally he got his face to work, and let the sympathy he felt show on it. As he held out a hand to help her up, he asked " What made you so upset anyway? What did the letter say?". " Like I would tell you" She said with a glare, and heaved her small frame up, ignoring his hand. " You would go of and tell your'dear old daddy' and get me killed" she said , letting the last words linger. "I wouldn't you know" he said quietly, looking at his shoes. " Right", she said, with a Contemptuous snort. "I wouldn't". " I believe you already said that", she said as she headed towards the door. " I said it again because you won't believe me" he said, and she turned around to face him and said, "duh! of course I wouldn't believe you! You're the son of lucious malfoy! Within a year you'll be a deatheater!" she said. " You think that's my choice! He shouted at her, anable to contain his resentment. " You think I want a dirty black skull on my arm!" he shouted, pulling up his robes to show his fore-arm. " I don't have a choice" he sighed, " my father decides for me". A weary silence was cas upon them at those words, and Draco went to sit on the stone bench, looking over the lake. " Just because I don't like muggles, doesn't mean I want to run around in a mask murdering them! I am *not* my father" he ended with a weary sigh. Ethany came to sit beside him and said " It's like my problem. I don't have a choice either". Then they sat for a while staring down at the marble floor."what is your problem?" Draco asked sneaking a tentative look over at her. He could see silent tears creeping down her cheeks. " Well you see, I knew before the letter came. Because, well, I fell out of bed this morning, and cut me knee. Guess what colour the blood was?" she said staring into his eyes. He looked away. "it can't be" he whispered. "Oh it is" she replied, pulling up her robes to show a long gash. Filled with silver. "You're a silver-blood!" Draco shouted, jumping up off the seat. Silver-bloods were extremely powerful witches. They could do magic without wands, levitate, and many other things unknown to wizards. " I got my letter this morning" she cried bitterly. But that is not the worst part. Not by far" she said sobbing. "what is it?" Draco said, gingerly getting back on the chair beside her."The letter says my mother was one too!" she cried, bitterly weeping. Draco's eyes widened with shock. "But that must mean..." she nodded sadly. "I'm the second coming"
There will be more later! Review please!!!!